I scratch at my skin until I bleed
thinking I have morgellons disease
these wires seem to grow out of me
in whichever direction you may be

I swear that I'm happy
but something weird is happening
your face seems to be erasing
but your your ghost does not seem to be evaporating

you have planted seeds within me, ideas that spark my creativity
they crawl through my limbs the same way a snakes swims
sometimes I feel that you are the reason that I exist
it is quite easy to see your roots growing out of my skin